And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken! A wild delirious thrill of joy Was in that hour of agony, As up the steepy pass he strove, Fear, toil, and sorrow, lost in love! XIX. The barrier of that iron shore, The rock's steep ledge, is now climb'd o'er; From tower to tower the warders call: They gain'd the Chase, a wide domain (Seek not the scene- the axe, the plough, 1 The Castle of Turnberry, on the coast of Ayrshire, was the property of Robert Bruce, in right of his mother. Lord Hailes mentions the following remarkable circumstance concerning the mode in which he became proprietor of it :-" Martha, Countess of Carrick in her own right, the wife of Robert Bruce, Lord of Annandale, bare him a son, afterwards Robert I. (11th July, 1274.) The circumstances of her marriage were singular: happening to meet Robert Bruce in her domains, she became enamoured of him, and with some violence led him to her castle of Turnberry. A few days after she married him, without the knowledge of the relations of either party, and without the requisite consent of the king. The king instantly seized her castle and whole estates. She afterwards atoned by a fine for her feudal delinquency. Little did Alexander foresee, that, from But then, soft swept in velvet green The depth of the brown forest shade. this union, the restorer of the Scottisn monarcay was to arise."Annals of Scotland, vol. ii. p. 180. The same obliging correspondent, whom I have quoted in the preceding note, gives me the following account of the present state of the ruins of Turnberry :-"Turnberry Point is a rock projecting into the sea; the top of it is about eighteen feet above high-water mark. Upon this rock was built the castle. There is about twenty-five feet high of the wall next to the sea yet standing. Upon the landside the wall is only about four feet high; the length has been sixty feet, and the breadth forty-five. It was surrounded by a ditch, but that is now nearly filled up. The top of the ruin, rising between forty and fifty feet above the water, has a majestic appearance from the sea. There is not much local tradition in the vicinity connected with Bruce or his history. In front, however, of the rock, upon which stands Culzean Castle, is the mouth of a romantic cavern, called the Cove of Colean, in which it is said Bruce and his followers concealed themselves immediately after landing, till they arranged matters for their farther enterprises. Burns mentions it in the poem of Hallowe'en. The only place to the south of Turnberry worth mentioning, with reference to Bruce's history, is the Weary Nuik, a little romantic green hill, where he and his party are said to have rested, after assaulting the castle.” Around the Castle of Turnberry was a level plain of about two miles in extent, forming the castle park. There could be nothing, I am informed, more beautiful than the copsewood and verdure of this extensive meadow, before it was invaded by the ploughshare. And all around was verdure meet He ranged beneath the forest bough. XX. Fast o'er the moonlight Chase they sped. The serried warriors move at once; Where thou shalt tune thy lute to tell XXI. What may be done?—the night is gone- Lord Ronald grace not battle's front! He placed the page, and onward strode With strength put forth, o'er moss and brook, And soon the marching band o'ertook. XXII. Thus strangely left, long sobb'd and wept Beneath that oak old Ryno staid- Thy bow-string, till I bind him fast." 66 Nay, but he weeps and stands aghast; XXIII. Stout Clifford in the castle-court Mix'd with this clanging din, might seem Came like the sounds which fancy hears, |